"Eh! What?" asked Neville, dreamily still.
"I'm saying you might from your looks ha' been to court, or knighted over again, or summat like that."
"There's more knighting than comes from the King's hand, my good Philpotts."
"H'm?" said Philpotts, uncomprehending.
"Nothing," answered Neville.
"I'm glad to see you're not giving in beaten."
"A man, Philpotts, is never beaten till he has said in his heart, 'I am beaten.'"
"That's right. Keep up your heart, and your heart'll keep you up in spite of Fate."
"Pooh! Show me Fate and I will show you the will of a man; but what have you there in your hand?"
"Oh, ye may well ask. 'Tis no slight honor, I can tell you, to get a letter from Mistress Margaret Brent. I know 'tis from her, for the boy that brought it bade me say so; twice he said it, and bade me not forget, as if that were likely."